Tashlich Reflections
by Hadassah Simcha Kimsey

Tashlich! The water reflects back...

    As we feel the weight of our sins!

******* OUR STONES*******

         We Cast...........Far Away...we see our face once again in the ripples
of the wave!

         As far as the east is from the west...............So has Adonai
removed them!
         Thrown the stones......Into the Sea....
         Our Sins............To be remembered no more!

Teshuva!
    As we turn around!

******* OUR HEARTS*******

         Return.........Walk right
         .............He is waiting at the end of the path to receive you again
         Walk Again...........Into open arms..See His face in the ripples of
the wave!

         .............Feel Adonai surround you with His protection and His
Shekinah!

Tashlich Reflections!
    Now you have made it right again!
    His Image in you made new!
    Through Teshuvah you have made the water clear again!

Tashlich......Teshuva...... Reflections of our Heart made New Again!

@Copyright 2009 Nancy Joy Kimsey (Hadassah Simcha Kimsey)

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Clocks click

     by G. Locks
 

Clocks click
Time slides
Brains hide
Memory hushes
Skin dries
Hair falls
Mirrors appall
Stride smalls
Face wrinkles
Teeth blink
Height ducks
Ambitions taper
Activities sag
Bones narrow
Muscles droop
Voice creaks
Knees squeak
Body bends
Appetite dims
Doctors pat
Sex was
Sleep’s paltry
And Heaven calls,
Yet, now’s
the best years of ‘em all.
Thank G-d

G. Locks
Old City, Jerusalem

http://www.thereisone.com


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Fed Up!
by J.P.Christiansen

We love the Jewish people!
Get it,
vapid public commentators,
and various members of 'think-tanks',
high on yourselves from intellectualization
and abstraction on theory,
and not physical involvement,
for the survival of the state of Israel,
ready as you are to condemn an out-post of freedom,
surrounded by religious insanity.

We love the Jewish people!
Get it,
European and US political cowards,
denying from your deep, comfortable couches,
or safe, protected, tax-payer offices,
the right of Israel to defend itself
against surrounding Muslim enemies
wishing only a second Holocaust for Israel.

We love the Jewish people!
Get it, Muslims?

You have a long way to go,
and a lot of religious insanity to make up for,
before you’ve earned the right to claim membership
in our global community of hard-won democracies;
in fact, you have about 1400 years to go,
so stop acting-out like children denied toys,
and get your Allah-crazed act together!

The civilized world is just about fed up
with your juvenile antics and temper-tantrums,
so grow the hell up,
and in the mean-time,
get back on your ADHD medication!

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I am the creator
Isaac A. Rosenbaum
15/07/2010

I create the golden string and I grow the wings to soar like an eagle
I spread the wisdom of being in joy and love in abundance
I pick up the spirits of the downtrodden and lift them so high
That their souls soar and they sing and dance with joy
This world I create of love of joy of utter bliss of wish fullness
I am the creator of all that I see and manifest into reality
I only need to think the thought of joy and love blessed blissfulness
And the world obliges it
The dream stuff of loveliness becomes reality
And then I know I am the master creator of all blissful achievement of success
And fulfilment and joy of financial freedom of luxury and security of love
And beauty and music and art of dance of song of joy
And creativity comes from my mouth and my mind

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LAMENTATIONS 5 
by Isaac Mozeson

                                    
I
 
Score O’ Lord
what has befallen us,
feel and share our recent shame.
 
Anatevka's gone to the dogs;
our synagogues
are Soviet museums.
A generation's orphaned
of our Father, leaving us
widows' fears and survivors' guilt.
 
II
 
We've paid the train ride to our own cremations;
we've literally dug our own graves.
 
We’re up to our necks
in ghettos and gallows:
even in labor camps
we’re worked to our bones.
 
And where the Axis let us flee,
the Allies turned us back.
 
III
 
Our fathers took religion
as the air they breathed:
so now we gasp for breath in chambers
of horrors forewarned in your forgotten book.
           
The subject Slavs enslaved us,
happy to hunt the enemy of their enemy;
the Anglos delayed liberation;
sparing train tracks, sparing useful killers.
 
We risked and bartered our bodies for bread,
between the hungry mouths
of machine guns.
 
Our skin crusted in the ovens,
with no meat on our bones.
 
 
IV
 
Farmwives who kept family purity
laws were gang-raped
along with Berlin debutantes.
 
Surgeons were strung by their hands;
rabbis beards were ripped away.
 
Selections sawed up families;
children swept like wood chips.
 
Sages were stolen from their studies,
schoolboys plucked from piano lessons.
 
V
We were numbed past fear;
hope became sarcasm.
 
They'd half proven that
we're not chosen,
a genocide for a deicide.
 
After this our courage was crushed,
our vision darkly dimmed.
 
Who could see an Israel
in Britain's Palestine?
 
Yet the sun could never set
On the empire of our Lord.
 
VI
 
Why did it take forever
to remember us?
You abandoned us too long
to the free will of men.
 
Turn history back to us, Lord,
and we'll turn it back to you.

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This interpretive rendition of Lamentations (Aichah)
chapter 5 is in Isaac Mozeson's Collected Poems (Amazon Kindle, 2009)

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